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Boyhood days of bees, butterflies and songs,
The protective range of my mother’s voice,
A sweet, happy place where a boy belongs.
A conch shell, a snow-white beach, and a choice.
“Leave it”, she said, “this seashell’s not for you.”
Yet, it spoke like waves - I could not resist.
One day, it whispered things not in fact true -
Through snow, a mirror, I saw that they kissed.
What once was my world, completely shattered.
A broken glass dagger, fountains of red.
My best friend, my girl, all things that mattered.
Oh my God, they cannot really be dead!
My conch shell said, “come to my home to dwell” -
The devil, incarnate took me to Hell.
I knew the day we met that we were meant to be
I realized our destiny was set and she was the one for me
She was rich in beauty but poor for she will die with it
Her appearance nonplussed me and I couldn't hold the steerage of my course anymore
She is the one I consented to have on my slender thighs
At that point her pearly lips gave appointments to mine
This lady killed me and roasted my carcass
Leaving the scavangers performing the post-moterm
I walked tall in the genesis of our affair
Now I'm wrecked….
Higgledy-piggledy daughter of a lesser god!
Today, deluged with anger I regret
The day I met this devil incarnate;the mastermind behind the bleeding of my heart
She tattooed my heart with wounds;I no longer have a clean heart
Her friends and her drunk the gushing blood of my wounded heart
That night my heart contorted into painful lumps
But I had to forgive the being that created her and put her in my world
Bitter are my words,she is a nonsense with no sense at all
Daughter of Jezebel-show up on the day I get laid to rest;lower me to the ground,let me down like you always have-stupid creature!Nkt!
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
It was a spark that lit the freedom path!
Young boys and girls broke out in wrath!
They wrote on walls what once was a dream.
“People want to overthrow this rotten regime”
Soon the police captured these tiny creatures,
And put them through all sorts of tortures
Their folks condemned their brutal cruelty.
And hit the streets demanding justice and equity.
Instead, police and troops fired with all disdain.
They shot them with bullets like torrential rain!
It was a horrible sight in a series of war crimes!
Assad has been committing a million times!!
For six long years he’s left no stone unturned!
He’s used all weapons, permitted and banned!
Bullets, rockets, barrels and chemical gases.
Syrians still wonder, “where are the masses?”
“Why don’t they raise a finger to help us?”
“Are they busy capitalizing on our loss?”
They hear a voice coming from far,
Saying something they find bizarre,
“Human rights and UN organizations,
Have all been lies and fabrications.”
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her mother.
So, when the news that she had been bludgeoned 17 times with a baseball bat didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never enamoured with her father.
So, when the news that he had fallen 20 stories from his high rise flat still in his wheelchair didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her brother.
So, when the news that he had been run over 23 times by his own car, didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her sister.
So, when the news came through that she had been electrocuted in her bath, it didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was really fazed when she found out her parents had left all their money to the local cat sanctuary.
Charlotte actually liked cats.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with the cat sanctuary owner.
So, the news that she had been tortured to death didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte definitely wasn't enamoured by the Judge, who jailed her for a hundred years, calling her the devil incarnate.
This fazed her profoundly.
Charlotte escaped from jail six months later.
The Judge was slightly stunned when the gavel hit his head.
Ninety-nine hits later, one for every year she would have served, Charlotte reminded the Judge, smashing his head to a pulp.
This didn’t really faze Charlotte.
Charlotte is still at large, and after an intensive police search state wide, is still on the run.
Charlotte will be back at some stage, I’m sure.
People seem enamoured by her.
It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was, I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds get a technicolour funeral
He was beyond reason
Not helped when rumours of por*o magazines started circulating
He told me straight, marry my daughter and I’ll kill myself
So we married in haste
But he didn’t keep his promise
What a waste
Still, when that great oak fell on top of his new shed
I had a grin from ear to ear
It was like the chainsaw massacre, but more fun
It was about that time you found god
I found your sister
You forgave me, I was weak
She was pregnant, sixteen weeks
Your dad went mad, he said I was the devil incarnate
Then he dropped dead
They looked at me in horror, in dread
Like it was something I said
Do something they cried
I didn’t know any songs, so I punched him between the eyes
He was definitely dead
I carried the coffin
The least I could do
I shed a tear, maybe two
We decided to scatter his ashes over his pride and joy
But they couldn’t be found
The crematorium were in shock, people were running around
It was like he just disappeared
I was agog
Couldn’t see the mist for the smog
Later that day, just to console
I produced a big rocket
Really his soul
I set it off, and said goodbye
They had a little cry
It climbed high in the sky
They gave a sigh
Should it not explode
Well it is supposed to go with a bang
Just then it made its descent
It was like he was heaven sent
Plummeting to earth
Mad as hell
We all dived for cover
Just as well
She screamed, oh god, oh boy
No need to tell you where he landed
Okay then
His comfort and joy.
On a square in Ukraine in that war torn country
Over a hundred strollers are parked, but they're all empty
The children no longer need them because they're all sleeping
And those painful cries that you hear are their parents weeping.
Young innocent lives taken, who could do such a thing?
Their parents denied burying them, because of the bombing
Pure evil is at work, inflicting death and misery
All because Ukraine wanted to keep, her freedom and sovereignty.
The blood of children is on Putin's hands and one day he must pay
The west should ensure he'll face justice and we must find a way
He is the epitome of pure evil and the devil incarnate
And I hope for crimes against humanity, he'll suffer a similar fate.
Children still living are shell-shocked, too traumatised to cry
Witnessing acts of extreme violence and seeing people die
We know who the aggressor is, we know who to blame
How does he sleep at night?, hasn't he got any shame?
He's now getting desperate as he's threatened to go nuclear
In the hope that civilised nations, will pull back in fear
Does he honestly think that we'll scare easily
Yes, Russia has got nuclear weapons but then so have we.
Two wrongs don't make a right, it's often been said
But we must do more to stop this unnecessary bloodshed
The world must rise up against Putin , we must make a stand
Or it won't be long before the aggressor invades our land.
Written 20th March 2022.
The ship was coming towards us, their eyes held the blue color of deception, the skin pinkish glow.
Smelled poverty with a demonic appetite to murder and plunder the resources of others.
A fictitious smile appeared on their faces, and the devil incarnate imaged in them. These are demonic new creatures on Earth.
Stepped on the fertile land, it became barren, their presence polluted the natural world,the devil incarnate is here now!
Where there was happiness, they brought miseries.
Where they were abundance, they brought scarcity.
Where they were peace, they brought conflict.
Where they were healing, they brought aggravate.
Where they were holiness, they brought wickedness.
Where they were brotherhood and sisterhood, they brought hatred.
Where they were oneness, they brought Discord.
The Devil incarnate is here. He is the source of evil in the world today.
By Chanda Katonga.
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.
4/22/2018
The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.
Some say
I am
the product
of who I was
before I was.
Some say
I am
the result
of a million
little steps,
of all the days
along the way
since then.
Some say
I have
untapped
potential
to be a force
for greater good
or unspeakable evil,
to walk with gods
or be
the devil incarnate,
just waiting
to be unleashed
upon an unsuspecting world.
Come,
have a glass of wine,
enjoy the moment,
set that heaviness aside,
lay with me,
and roll the dice.
And if you
do not like
snake eyes,
you can roll,
and roll again
without concern
for who she might have been.
© Francis Maugo
Help me understand;
Why you want me back
The arrogant and heartless Basis.
Was I not your source of grief and nightmares?
Was I not your bondage and source of oppression ?
Help me understand;
Why do you want me back?
After all those series of torment, anguish
And pain you inflicted on my younger heart.
Was I not the the reason behind
Your daily lamentations and wails?
Help me understand;
Are you giving up on your "religion"
And "new form of worship"?
What happened to your new "friends"
That you constantly defended whenever
You could be giving me fake affection?
What happened to your constant "holy pilgrimages"?
Do you want to tolerate sinning with
The devil incarnate Basis?
Help me understand;
What came over you that made you
To want to take me back?
Was I not the arrogant and disgrace to you and
Your new " heavenly compatriots"?
Was I not the big threat to your brighter future?
Was I not the the BA- and not
the BASIS you used to adore?
Help me understand;
Do you want to now kill me
After maiming my heart?
Was it not you who celebrated when
I had to accept your divorce letter despite
My tireless efforts to broker peace between us?
Help me understand
Was it not you and your belated fellow daughters of Jerusalem danced and jubilated
While drinking my blood that was gushing from
My bleeding heart you had maimed?
Help me understand;
Are you on a mission to send me to the grave?
Have you recruited enough "friends"
To come with you and dance on my graveyard?
Kindly help me understand
Why do you want me back
Oh poor me ? son of Maugo.